I’ve noticed myself slipping again only this time the ice has melted. The ice has melted and stagnant dark puddles remain. I slip, I slip. I try to keep my chin up and like the song says, it’ll help me drown a little slower. 296 more words

For the first installment of this weekly series, I knew I wanted to feature Bright Eyes. In 2012, when I first started out on my journey of becoming more conscious, the People’s Key was an album I listened to on repeat. 437 more words